Sunshine
Mary loves Sooyoung the most in morning light, soft hues and softer touch.
Sooyoung in the morning is love half-asleep, rasped words tickling over the skin of Mary's neck, pressed close to her ear, lips ghosting over the slow, steady thrum of her pulse. Everything is warm warm warm.
Mornings make Sooyoung heavy, not so conscious of her body; she drapes herself over Mary to anchor her down, squish her pleasantly to the bed. It's easy to card her fingers through Sooyoung's hair, draw a finger down her nose, across her eyebrows.
Easy to kiss the sleepy pout of her lips, the divot of her collarbones. and when Sooyoung smiles, squinting up at Mary with tired eyes, Mary feels love like a lump in her throat, too big to speak around, so she breathes it out instead.
I love you, she exhales over Sooyoung's cheek, and feels Sooyoung answer in kind. I love you I love you I love you.
Overflow
You think that loving June is like being able to hold the sun in your palms. Something huge and wonderful and wild, made smaller to tuck close to your heart, a warmth that burns in the best way.
Loving June fills you up, makes you full to brimming, overflow of emotion spilt down your chest, pooling at your feet. You soak it back up like roots, like June's treasured bonsai, try your hardest to breathe even a fraction of that love back out to the world.
You love June in the press of fingers to the tired slope of her shoulders, the brush of your lips against June's flushing cheek. You curve around June's softest parts, a shield and shelter all at once.
If there are stars in your eyes, it's only because June is the sun, the cosmic glow from which you’re born and die and are reborn again. In abundance, in simple joy.
You think of loving June in all of these ways, and you'll continue to think up every other way until there are no more.